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Who: Miria and whoever. [Open-ish]
Where: VARIOUS
When: Over the course of the sex pollen event, duh.
What: A robot learns how to love. ~~via dickings.~~
Warnings: Smut, awkwardness. Possibly awkward smut.

[Medibay]
The newest, Miria would guess, changes to Cybertron had been interesting, but she didn't consider any of them dangerous. Not even the weird fox-like creatures, or the new flora. Then again she very rarely considered a lot of things here dangerous, so there is that.

But after a while she started to not feel... Right. And while her systems were not giving her any kind of errors or signs she was in need of seeing a medic? The Earth-made robot was heading right to the medical facility to see if one of the medics could fix this.

That and her leg, from her fight with Sentinel that happened a while ago. Why yes, she didn't get that fixed. Shut up.

[Anywhere Else - State when and where please.]
After what happened before? Miria is just going to wander and try to just keep to herself or maybe seek out the few friends she does have here. Either way, she's easy to run into.

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Ahahahahaha a bug. Oh boy, what Grimlock doesn't know. As Miria feels flush once again. A feeling she is starting to get used to and partially understand what it means by now.

"This U-- I still intake air for the purpose of cooling my systems down," she responds, while not making eye contact. And fidgeting.

You could fill a military-grade supecomputer with what Grimlock doesn't know. The dinobot sees that she's acting weird again.

"But that's like a vacuum gettin' sick from a Cybertronian bug it just doesn--hey, you're actin' kind of weird..."

He looks around hesitantly, up and down the street before... pushing the nearest door open.

"This is good." Also, deserted. Maybe.

"I am running optimally!" Miria blurts that out at Grimlock mentioning that she's acting weird, as she's just going to stand up now. Which is a bad idea because her knees are feeling weak and...

Whelp, she's kind of falling right onto Grimlock now. Or the ground if no attempts to catch her are made.

HEY it's not outside, so she doesn't care if there is someone else in there. Because she is just going to try and drag Pipes inside now and find a clear spot to sit.

Or fuck, or sit and fuck. God, her body feels to hot with even this slight delay.

Whoops, running Optimus or not, Grimlock isn't about to let this little robot fall over. He extends his hands to stop her fall.

"I don't think that's ok..." he mused, "You really are sick...guess this plant's stronger than I thought..."

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Noooo, noooo. Touching is bad, at least now it is, as as soon as he has a hold of her she let's out a needy whine.

"I am fine," she mutters, doing her best to push herself out of Grimlock's hold. "But I do believe I should be alone now. I am sorry."

Look, she wants to do her best to not have sex with everyone she runs into. This plan is failing horribly.

[Miria wasn't the only one who had run diagnostics on herself for feeling 'out of the norm'. Trailcutter had been feeling that way too. It was weird, he was now forcibly sober, and yet he still felt the kind of lightheaded-ness that came with it. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he was fine, that he wasn't reverting back, he ended up knowing deep down that...

Something was up.

So congratulations, Miria, look who you get to bump into at the medibay. A large, awkward truck attempting to ninja his way in to see the doctor before anyone sees him.

Because...you know, he's been avoiding people recently (because he's DEAD AND ALL)]

[This may actually be one of the few people that Miria doesn't feel to awkward running into, when she does run into Trailcutter. Since she imediately recognizes him as the sad forcefield fellow from the prom, and she feels her systems heat up so so quickly.

But, yes. Bumping into the bigger bot and being awkward and...]

A-ah s-sorry.

[Her presence was nothing more than a bump against his leg, and he has to admit, he jumps a little when he feels it. He's not SCARED, per say, but he did try and be subtle. Eyes dart down, widening under the visor...only to soften when he sees it's Miria.

Well, that was a sight for sore eyes.]

Miria?

What are you doing here?

[She could ask you the same question, dingus]

He allowed himself to be dragged. Resisting is really not an option at this point.

There's a good space and the building is very obviously deserted. This is the perfect location, it's quiet and sheltered.

...And then Pipes trips on one of the cracks in the floor and faceplants quite spectacularly.

[Ahhhh he jumped! Which makes her flustered, even though it wasn't much of a jump.

Oh and he's asking her a question and she is pointedly looking at anything but him and...

Don't mind the fact that her eyes are sort of settled on the crotch area.]

Thi-- I ah, came to have a... A thing looked at.

[Fucking smooth, Miria.]

"Ah, Pipes!" She let's out a worried squawk when he faceplants, especially since she had been dragging him still.

So it's only through dumb luck that she didn't go down with him. Instead she is going to try and help him back onto his feet.

Or on his back, if he wants to just get started right here.

Fine doesn't equal to whining and doing other weird stuff, according to Grimlock. Ok he's not the best at math, but he knows what's two plus two, ok.

"Why do you need to be alone?" He tries to pick her up.

"Least I can do is take you to the med-whatever."

"B-because! I just n-need..."

Oh, he's picking her up. Why is he picking her up, don't pick her up, her body feels hotter somehow.

"I do not need the medics, just."

Gosh why is it so hard to put this into words? She blames Grimlock for this.

[M...Miria, his face is up here. Although her line of sight is kind of...well, it's certainly getting his attention. And it's heating up his systems something awful. More than using his forcefield to contain a missile.

Her line is...well delivered, at least.]

A thing?

I mean--you too?

[Look! She's trying, she's trying really hard to not just try and pin Trailcutter down and ride him like she stole him. It's just. Hard.

Also she did not mean any innuendo with her use of the word thing.]

Me too?

Ah-- Yes?

Good job he didn't pull her down with him!

Instead, he pulls her onto him from his sitting position. Holy shit he is so goddamn smooth.

She is pulled, in the most ungraceful way, onto him.

Well, this is certainly a thing. She's just going to place a hand on his chest now and...

"S-so. Now?"

"What what?!"

His hand picked up the heat just as easily as he body. Strange how...right it felt to him.

"You need some fruit?"

"No!"

She snaps, showing more emotion with that one word then she has in her whole life. She would go to push off of him as well but, well.

She kind of, leans into his hand instead.

[His plating shifts, obviously feeling his systems heating up--JUST FROM TALKING TO HER. It's a little concerning, because...

Well.

Miria's not exactly Cybertronian. So why is this even..?]

I've...I'm having problems too. You know...internal problems.

[He's horny.]

Oh, then Trai-- You should see a medic.

[Woosh goes any other meaning to what Trailcutter has said, even while her own systems are starting to give her signals to just stop talking.]

Ah. Do.

Do you want me to go with you?

Grimlock jolts, shocked by her sudden huge no. He doesn't let go of her, quite the opposite.

Rather something in him gives in when she starts leaning into his hand. Experimenting, he gently touches her, side-eying her.

"Somethin's wrong..."

Miria sighs when he touches her, a sigh of relief really. That gentle touch is a slight relief to the heat that is building inside her, but so very very slight.

"I am fine, nothing is wrong, Grimlock."

Even though right now she is so turned on. Stupid flowers.

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